Done or undone, what may it be,
Birth for death or death for birth,
The time-being acquaintance with earth,
Or departure somewhere above reason,
Liberation from body's prison,
Though universally common, we all know,
Yet the gentle affection, care and love,
Alone fill our mind, and hold memory's base,
We add our abstract, and hoist flag,
For dearest one who creates irrecoverable gap.
Immortality! You set link through mother,
And stand on the no-man's land, as gate-way,
From womb to tomb, -you weave on tapestry,
And the sons and daughters, revive your cave,
Whoever they, a hero, a saint, a fool or a knave!
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